Series: Webs We Weave Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 145038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
“Fake ex-wife,” I correct. “Married only a year, remember?”
“Worst year of my life, apparently.”
“Worst year of mine, too.”
We can’t stop staring at each other. My heartbeat outpaces my thoughts.
Rocky pushes off the metal bar. Coming closer, he plucks the envelope from my fingers and spins the first clue to me. It sent us to this Irish pub.
Find me where the luck never runs dry.
He opens my coat with a slow seduction that feels too natural. My breath hitches as his knuckles brush along my collar, down my nipples, before he slips the envelope in the inside pocket.
Blazing, I try to collect my bearings by gathering my hair into a claw clip. “I give you a four point five.”
His lip quirks before a shadowy glare takes hold. “For what?”
“Seduction. Actually, four point three. You’re decreasing by the second.”
He doesn’t take his eyes off me. It’s unnerving, but I love how the intensity of him pumps adrenaline into my veins.
“You think you can do a better job?” he asks.
I place two hands on my chest. “Seductress.” I put the same palms on his. “Silver-tongue. One is light-years better at temptation. And that would be me—” My voice catches as he pushes me up against the graffitied door. Breath ejects, and he encases my cheek with one commanding hand while he slides his leg between mine.
Holy shit. My nerve endings light up. Shock waves ripple down my limbs. Instead of sweet, caressing eye-batting, we’re staking deep, penetrative glares into one another. Knives and ripping and cutting over featherlight caresses and soft little pats.
My thrumming body is screaming yes!
His breath is hot against my lips. “I give you a two.”
“Fuck you.” I try to move forward.
He pins me with his forearm to my breastbone. “One point five. Decreasing by the millisecond.”
I pulsate, aching for him between my legs, and I arch my hips against his muscular build, feeling him hardening. “You want me,” I rasp with desire soaking my eyes.
He stares down at me darkly. “You remember when you were twenty?”
I’m captivated by the unknown, dangerous path he’s suddenly leading me down. I hear my shortened breath in my ears. “Sure,” I try to say with heat.
“We were in Sedona.”
My face burns. “It’s barely ringing a bell.”
“Barely ringing a bell,” he repeats like I’m full of shit. “What about the hotel room we shared? Or the part where you watched me take a shower?”
I bake alive. “I didn’t watch you.” I push forward.
He shoves me back again. More breath jettisons from my lungs, and huskily, he says, “You didn’t watch me jack off?” He bears too much of his weight on me, to where I can’t budge, and I love the feeling of Rocky shielding my whole body with his. I love how his right hand clutches my face and his left unbuttons my jeans.
“You jacked off?” I try to play dumb—which is dumb, honestly.
His breath is hot as he whispers, “I saw you. I saw you watching me grip my cock.”
Oh…fuck. The vivid memory of seeing Rocky masturbate in a hotel shower—it floods me. So does the hot wave of guilt for not turning away sooner. We’ve never verbally acknowledged that moment…ever.
“You watched me stroke myself up and down.” He slides his hand down the front of my jeans, beneath my panties. Oh God, yes, yes. “You watched my muscles contract.” Yes. “You watched my dick jerk forward.” My lips break apart with a sharp breath. “You saw me spill my cum down the drain.” He thumbs my clit in perfect circles. I shudder and clutch his wrist, feeling the strength in his hand between my legs.
“You left the door wide open,” I rasp with not enough bite.
“Maybe I wanted you to see me.” He drills his gaze into me. My body blazes with arousal, especially as he says, “Maybe I wanted to see what you’d do.”
I didn’t join him in the shower, that’s for damn sure. “I had so much fun without you,” I taunt, aching for him, but I push forward with the same sensual, devilish needling. “The whole bed to myself.” I nearly grin when he pins me back to the door with hotter force, his cock pressing hard against me.
I lift my chin like I’m the victor, but we’re both suffering under our own carnal spells. “Then I took off my panties,” I say off my tongue, the sound oozing like sex. “And I slipped my fingers in—” My voice catches on a slight moan when his finger fills me. The fullness, the sensitivity. Holy…
He’s not slow.
He pumps his finger in me with a dizzying aggression. The sexy pace is annihilating me. My knees tremble, my breath trapped, and he’s whispering exactly what he pictured when he was jacking off years ago.
Me.
He was picturing taking me in the shower. “My cock, ramming inside your pussy,” he breathes against my ear, “until you couldn’t stand up without me holding you.”